The Daily Poem: One Of The Strangest
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May Swenson (1919-1989) was born in Logan, Utah. Her first collection, Another Animal, was published in 1954, and nine further collections followed. Throughout her life she was honoured with many fellowships and awards and held the position Poet-in-Residence at various universities. This poem appears in Nature: Poems Old and New published by Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston. Copyright 1994 by the Literary Estate of May Swenson. This is the last poem in this week's series on the theme of birds.
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